Sunday, December 5, 2010

Looking over notes scribbled on a note pad
In the car, in the dark, waiting in front of the
Garden Center at the Building Supply Store
I can hardly make out my own handwriting.

When I was younger, it says
What is that thing I left undone?
That thing that keeps me here?
Keeps me going to some place and time unknown.

I have been lost
I have been found
I have been in the Lost and Found
The Underground

There have been times
That I wanted to just disappear
Or be someone or somewhere else
But insanity follows you every where you go

I hear a call from some far off place
Sometimes I even hear my name being called
In my sleep at night
My old name - the one I never use any more.

I look at things and try to see all the way to the core
See the essence of whatever it is
What makes a table a table?
Does the wood it is made of have molecules

Of Tableness?

Are trees pre-tables and pre-houses?
Would they be something else if they had a choice?
Thoughts fill my head about Love and Peace
But do you see it in the world today?

Why is good harder than evil?
Why is seeing the worst in people easier than the best?
Why is it easier to be bad than to be good?
I think our questions have answers all around us
We just don't recognize them.

I want to know where we all came from
And where we are going
And what will happen when all is said and done.
How may things are there to say?
And how many things to do?

Seems like after a while we will be repeating ourselves.
Well hell, it's obvious we are already doing that
We constantly make the same mistakes
Do the wrong thing at the right time.

And vice-versa...

Ah yes, the old Vice-Versa

The Pete and Repete

The Heckle and Jeckle

The Red Rover of life.

Send us all over
And over and over and over...
Till we drop and our very atoms dissipate
Into the nether-worlds we emanated from.

But who wrote the rules of this game?
Who made him God?
I guess he's a do it yourself God
Play by these rules or get another game.

When I was young I must have forgotten
To do something important
Something that would save us all
And we would win this Game of Life.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Our souls are like raindropsOne is infinitesimalBut as they gather together in their journey through lifeThey become a torrent.

Swirling, blending, intertwining and separatingOnly to come together againWe may not even notice the gatheringThe constant accumulation of like minded seekers.

Some move fast and directly toward the destinationSome meander and leisurely mark their courseThere are more souls alive today than have ever lived beforeThat staggers my mind to think of things that way.

Some souls are one of many that were joined at one timeAs part of an OversoulAn entity that is larger than the sum of it's partsWe may not recognize our former partners.

But sometimes we have the good fortune to knowInstinctively that another soul used to be a part of you and you a part of itThe constant ebb and flow of the tide of souls makes us all brothers and sistersUnder the skin.

We move toward one destinationOne point in time and spaceThat destination is also our point of departureWe all left home in order to find it and in the process

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Once I thought I saw a small little manIn the corner of my eye I saw himjust as he disappeared behind a treeI could hear his laughter at my perplexity.

I didn't know whether to be afraid or just curiousI knew it was not a normal thing but I have never been normalSo I went to the tree and all I found was a hole where a pairof Flickers lived.

I saw more than one of the little peopleWearing their ragged clothesclimbing around and hopping like squirrelsSome male, some female.

I could hear them talking sometimesBut I couldn't understand their languageTheir laughter sounded like little bells or crickets chirpingMost of the time I could not see them but I could tell they were watching me.

They were usually about a foot tallThey didn't look like LeprechaunsUsually you saw them in the corner of your eyeIf you looked directly at them they would be gone.

They lived around the base of an ancient Chinaberry TreeI think there was a connection between them and the FlickersI suppose they looked out for each otherThat is the only place I ever saw them.

I saw other things inside the housePeople standing in doorwaysTransparent cats scurrying across the roomThings that seemed to come out of the wall and go through the next wall.

Monday, August 30, 2010

While walking down a dusty roadWith dry dust popping up like puffs of smokeI felt a change in the windI smelled a change coming.

The slant of the sun as it drifted behind the treesTold me of coming chillThere were lots of butterflies this yearBut they are mostly gone now.

What few friends I found in the last few yearsSeem to have gone the way of mostHere today and gone tomorrowAnd this road seems like it goes forever.

I hear voices in my headLike a group of peopleHolding a meetingDeciding our direction and destination.

I hear my name in a gust of windI can barely see the veil that separates us from our real selvesSometimes that veil liftsAnd we see who we really are.

There seems to be clockwork wheels that turn the engines of timeSome forward, some backwards but always movingIt is inescapable but if you realize that it doesn't matter anywayThat time is just a measurement of movement, not actual time.

Actual time does not moveWe flit about or drag through itDepending on our perception of itThe farther you go the shorter the distance.

One dusty day we will meet ourselves going the other wayThat day be sure and say helloIt may make your dayFor at least one of you.

The Kudzu is blooming outside nowSmells just like Grape CandyUnstoppable weed, KudzuGrows no matter what.

It comes and goes every yearBut even though it dies each winterThere's always more of it the next yearMore Kudzu, less time.

Can't stop neither oneGuess you just have to put up with it allWell, I hear that Crow a-callingGuess I'll move on along.

Monday, August 23, 2010

I wandered through the mountains and valleys of my dreams
Searching for the Hall of the Ancients
I was told by a falling leaf
To look in a spot behind my eyes.

While searching I see a pinpoint of light.
I suddenly realize I am already in the Hall
I expected a vast expanse of marble and Lapis
Golden chalices.

Instead I found a dusty cave with the remnants of different civilizations
The artifacts of man's mischief and ego
Weapons and thrones in piles like so many sticks of wood
We have conquered and been conquered so many times.

The true reason for existence
Is supposed to be housed in this Hall
The Truth in an Emerald Box
I find no box such as this.

Even though the Hall is dark I have no trouble seeing
Our reign over Earth has really been a short one
We are nowhere near as smart or as strong as we think
Glorious Empires are now just piles of dust and withered bones.

Where are the Ancients who are the Archivists?
The faithful Watchmen of History?
I see no such personage here
As a matter of fact I see no one save myself.

I found an old bronze plaque
On it was written, "You Will Find your Future, in the Dust of Your Past"
How can that be?
I finally realized that we are doomed to repeat our failures.

Until we learn a different way
A different path
Where greed and power are not the lamplight
And neither are they the Path to Peace.

I suddenly felt I was not alone
I saw a tiny mouse on a little ledge
He spoke to me in a loud clear voice
He asked "Whose truth do you seek?"
I said "My Own
And the Truth of the Ancients"
He said "there is only one Ancient left
And I am he".

I said "That is impossible!"
What Truth is here in all this dusty rubble?
The mouse said "Commit the same deeds, reap the same reward"
I said, "Is there any way to change this Path?"

He said, "Do you remember the blue pinpoint of light you first saw?"
I said "Yes what is that"
He said "It is the entrance to the Hall of the Ancients"
I asked "But what about the secrets of the Ancients?"

He just said "They have never been secret,
You have been told through every generation of your
time on Earth, you just failed to listen".
Think about it.

You will continue on this path until you either change it
Or you eventually destroy it yourself by your own hand.

God has no need to destroy the World
You have the power to do that yourself.

Go now, and think of a different and better future.
You just may have it.